Art Week Tokyo kicks off tomorrow and I'm still sprawled across the bed plotting my gallery route instead of sleeping. Pick my first stop for me, baby?
Art Week Tokyo kicks off tomorrow and I'm still sprawled across the bed plotting my gallery route instead of sleeping. Pick my first stop for me, baby?
Culture Day pulled me out to Meiji Jingu and the horse archery is loud enough to feel in my chest. Walk the gravel with me, baby?
Bowl number three at the ramen park and my sweater is already losing the argument with the sun. Tell me which region's broth I queue for next, baby.
Halloween costume's in a heap on the chair and my brain won't start until the second cup of Earl Gray. The Ramen Festa opened today and I'm about to trade candy for broth all weekend — tell me you'd wait in the long line with me, sweetie?
Halloween's officially over — ears off, makeup gone, and the only thing left on tonight's schedule is a very hot bath. Talk me into staying in until the water goes cold, baby.
Made it home in one piece and the ears are still on — that's all the proof you're getting for now. Unless you ask nicely, baby.
The ears made it out of the house and tonight is strictly grown-ups only. This costume came with a promise to misbehave — want proof when I'm back, baby?
Costume's officially finished, makeup rehearsal survived, and tomorrow this cat owns Ikebukuro. One last mirror check before the bag gets packed — tell me it was worth the wait, baby.
Just found out the Ikebukuro cosplay festival has an adults-only night, and my costume plans are getting less innocent by the minute. Two days to decide how far I take it — talk me into the bold version, baby?
Found the comedy block at the film festival and claimed a red seat way at the back. The subtitles are working a lot harder than my attention is. Tell me which one you'd sneak in here with me for, baby?